Stick shifting on a Sunday

On Sundays in Atlanta, your choices are Blaze, Strokers, and Pink Pony. The downside at the Pony is the low contact dances, and the upside is the eye candy. This particular Sunday was busy. Pulled up around 5pm and got the last of the $3 parking spots. The reserved parking was roped off and mostly empty. Light patdown at the door. They don’t charge admission until 7pm.

The dancers that evening weren’t their top talent, but both bars were crowded and busy. After finding a seat, it took awhile to get the bartender’s attention. I wasn’t surprised when a female customer asked if she could share my seat while waiting for her drink order. She said she was with her family and they were celebrating her brother’s birthday. She gestured across the room to a group at a table. Her brother came over for a minute, and I wished him a happy birthday.

She ordered drinks, he went back to their table, and we talked a bit as she waited for the drinks. She was cute and friendly. Her backside gradually got close enough for her to sense that I was enjoying her company. I made a joke about tipping her for a lapdance. She said she used to dance at a club and was thinking of getting back into it. She started bouncing to the music in our seat, and ran her fingers lightly along my arms.